I made myself do the right thing and once again regretted it immediately.

Guess who overcame all of the excuses and went to the gym on a Sunday morning!

I was so close to not even going, I nearly talked myself out of it like six times in the few minutes it took to pack and rip a cone, and then I was like fuck, stop talking to yourself and just brush your hair and go, and I fucking did! It was awkward as fuck since the only other person in the whole gym (which is the size of Harry’s cupboard under the stairs) was my cousin, Dayle, who I do not get along with. Despite that totally valid reason to just leave and call it a bust, I stayed and did a full 30 min cardio session and stretched afterwards.

Oh! And I put laundry on before I left! I’m such an accomplished adult!